I pull out my cock and shame myself as I start fucking my hand. I imagine the voice closer and under me, but she’s not in pain… no, she loves the way I destroy her. She loves the way I break her to pieces before putting her back together. Each time I stroke across the barbells in my cock, my body jerks. I pump faster, desperate to come for her. I want to come for her, my mystery woman whose screams are echoing in my mind. I don’t know who she is or how someone I don’t know has this effect on me, but I will find her and learn how to break my little butterfly.
